It’s Christmas morning, for the first time in forever I wasn’t the first one awake and roaming. Mrs. Lowetide, who is the chef today (and everyday), hit the ground running with Ziggy chasing along behind. I’m up and the kids are asleep, and we’re having coffee with Baileys (except for the dog).
It’s been an eventful year, lots going on for all four humans in this home. My career received a fabulous push when my articles were picked up by The Athletic in September. It’s been a great experience and I’m looking forward to combining the article types you know with some new areas that will push me and hopefully interest you. I will also intertwine historic references into my work, something you’ve asked for quite a bit in the last 12 months. As a group, you are growing more nostalgic with age.
Mrs. Lowetide has been more active on twitter this year, and has yelled quite a bit at the television, too. I say this not as a criticism but rather as evidence should that detail become important for a future sanity trial for either of us. We will be married 35 years in May, I don’t really remember life without her. I outkicked my coverage, men, hope the same for you.
My Son is rolling along with his education and is a fine young man, I’m proud of the person he’s become. This week I haven’t seen him much, finished up some tests earlier in the month and has been playing a throwback game called Oblivion for several days on the Playstation (three or four, don’t know, they don’t tell). He could go several ways in his career, but he can write code like ringing a bell, suspect that may be his future.
My Daughter insists I can have only one sentence to update you, so prepare for liberal usage of the comma. I’ve known since she was under three feet high she was going to be a writer or animator, it’s her calling and she’s extremely creative. Although she enjoys working (and making money) I’m hoping the new year will find a new path that includes taking advantage of the gifts God gave her. We’ll see, I’ve learned not to push, but rather nudge.
Ziggy (in cover photo) is six now, she’s such a sweet dog. We wrestle (she wins, best 14-pound fighter on the planet) and then she barks at our neighbour John (who is such a nice gentleman, says “hi Ziggy” and she still gives him hell) for about 10 minutes. She’s been walking 5k a day since a puppy, we’ve found that’s a little much this year so we have curtailed it and often have two shorter walks in a day instead. Ziggy has really gotten into music this year, loves Karen Carpenter’s voice (seriously) and The Jam’s “That’s Entertainment” most of all.
We are well, and blessed for the things we have been gifted. We want to wish you a very merry Christmas and the best of the season. God bless.
PS, I’ll have a hockey post up around noon with some thoughts and the first of two posts from JT Shark, following up on his earlier piece. All the best.